All characters and events in this story are completely fictional of my own creation. Any similarity to real events or people is purely coincidence. All characters in this story are over the age of 18. I am not a professional nor even an amateur writer. Please remember this when reading. Positive comments about storyline are welcome
“Good morning Jason“ she grins as she is laid on my bed, propped up on her elbow.
“Bridget what the fuck are you doing in my apartment? Let alone my fucking bed!” I growl at her. I actually realise that I’m naked under the covers so pull them a little tighter around me.
“What I can’t come visit my big brother?” She says eyeing down at my crotch. My step sister has always been one for flirting all the time.
“Not when you just show up, how the hell did you even get in?” I ask.
“Well I came to your apartment but clearly you weren’t in, so I was outside about to get a taxi when I saw you with a very lovely lady. So I followed you up and slipped in behind you both. You both had eyes for each other and didn’t waste any time getting to the bedroom.” She made the action of putting her index finger through the circle of her thumb and finger.
“What the fuck?” I groan. As I fall back onto my pillow. This was way too early and my head hurt far too much to be dealing with this right now.
“So yeah I slept in the spare room, your bed is way comfier though. Shame your friend didn’t hang about. She was hot!” Bridget was right there, I do remember ….. fuck I didn’t even get her name or number for that matter. Shit. I would have liked to be with her again but with less alcohol involved.
“When did she leave?” I had no idea so Bridget must have.
“Mmmm just under an hour ago I think. From what I heard last night I’m surprised she didn’t hang about for seconds. Sounds like my big bro isn’t bad in the sack. Has a natural talent in other departments too!” As she says this she tries to pry up the covers.
“Fuck off Bridget, you fucking weirdo. Get out of my room!” I scold her.
“Aww you’re no fun!” She puts on a sad frown but I know she’s not upset. I do know she’s wild. Thankfully without any further fuss she gets up and leaves my room.
I take a deep sigh as I need to pull myself together. I manage to muster the strength and energy to get myself showered and dressed. Bridget is sat on the sofa on her phone when I come through. She lets out a wolf whistle.
“Check you out all professional, damn looking good!”
I ignore her comment and go make myself a coffee, I need one, hell I need two. I pop some painkillers and take a good gulp of coffee.
“Right I’m not in the mood nor do I have the time to deal with you just now. There’s a spare key in the drawer, if you are hanging about don’t wreck the place and zero people over!”
“Booo you used to be fun.” She sticks her tongue out and gives me the thumbs down.
“You are more than welcome to leave right now?” I say sternly to her.
“No no I’ll behave.”
“Ok I’ll be home later.”
“Bye darling love you” I hear her shout as I leave my apartment and head for work.
Bridget has been a royal pain in the ass for years. She has no filter and has always been crude.
“Good morning Mr Holmes“ Danielle a young attractive dark haired girl greeted me. She was a sort of P.A for me but not just me exclusively. She wasn’t available to us night and day like Mr Bowman’s PA is. Danielle is here to help myself and some of the others with some admin and clerical work.
“Good morning Danielle.” I say in a gruff voice.
“Rough night?” She asks even though she knows the answer.
“Fletchers fault.” I say as I rub my temples when I plonck down in my chair.
“Always is sir.”
“Please not with the sir, make me sound so old, I’m not a great deal older than you!” I know she did it too be professional but it wasn’t for me. Don’t get me wrong she needs to address Mr Bowman in the right manner but I don’t run the company.
“Just the thirty years…sir!” She stifles a giggle.
“Heeeyyyy” I groan. The age gap was closer too ten years. I’m sure Danielle had not long turned nineteen.
“Apologies Mr Holmes. You only have one new message and I think you’ll be glad to hear no meetings today.” She hands me a small memo note with the message details on it.
“Thank you Danielle. Are Fletcher or Kyler in yet?”
“Mr Wood is yes, I think he had a very good night last night. He’s got a very large grin on his face that hasn’t disappeared. However there is no sign of Mr Smith just yet.” Danielle’s tone turns a bit more serious at the end.
“Mmm, he doesn’t have any meetings out of the office does he?” Normally I don’t care too much purely because he’s always in before me. Maybe got lucky like Kyler and I. On the other hand if he did, he would be in this office right now, gloating.
“No not that I know of!” Daniele says as she checks the iPad in her hand. “No he only had one scheduled for later today but that’s booked for his office.”
“Ok thanks anyway Danielle.”
“Will there be anything else?” She ask politely.
“Not just now thank you.” I smile at her as I get logged onto my computer. I deal with a few emails and other bits and bobs. Friday is usually and thankfully a quieter, slower day for the business. Which is surprising to be honest but not unwanted.
The company sort of acts as an outside man for government cases to act as an independent advisory as such. Basically we deal with a lot of the nitty gritty stuff. We deal with planning permissions or building permits, funding programs and grants, a lot of stuff really but nothing criminal related. We get paid for our services plus a bit of commission for certain things. I believe Mr Bowman’s grandfather started up the company and got his fingers into a lot of high ranking pies. Made millions if not billions over the years.
Once I’ve got up to date with my work, I go across my office to make myself a coffee. Yes I have my own little machine in the office. Trust me it’s essential at times, especially when it comes down to deadlines for deals or having to work on.
“Oh that for me? Cheers!” Fletcher says as he waltz into my office, yeah he doesn’t knock.
“No this is mine, think your office is down the other way!” Wait he’s dressed the same.
“Fletcher have you been home?”
“Ssshhhhh!!” He hisses at me as he closes the door to my office. “So as you can see, no I haven’t.” Fletcher then goes on to tell this big long extravagant story about last night. To summarise after closing, Hugo made it an open bar for him and a few girls. They all got wasted and he had a threesome with two sisters in Hugo’s apartment that he has above the new place.
“Rigghhhtt!” I say as I take a deep drink of coffee. “Gutted I missed that.” I pretend, so it makes him feel better.
“Oh man, best night of my life, I swear.” Yeah he’s said that before.
“Get their numbers?” I ask.
“Oh nah man, I was so wasted, think I still am a little.” He also never gets their numbers. I think I’ve been wrong all these years, maybe he’s not a silver tongue with the ladies. Maybe just a big bull shitter. Either way I had a great night.
There’s a knock on the glass door and I can see it’s Daniele. I wave her in.
“Sorry to bother you gentlemen but Mr Bowman is looking for you Mr Smith.” She says leaning in before slipping back out and closing the door.
“Shit shit, you got any gum?” He asks, panic in his voice.
I check my drawer and chuck a pack that I find. “Keep it.” I tell him.
“Life saver, ok wish me luck.” He slips out of my office and is away. Just as I get rid of one headache and other appears.
My phone rings and it’s Bridget.
“Please just tell me you haven’t burnt my place down?” I ask as I answer.
“Ye of little faith.” She replies. “Your place is in tip top shape.”
“Ok good.”
“Sooooo…” she trails on.
“Sooo you called me? What do you want, I’m a busy at work.” My temper has already risen.
“Yeah I’m bored, there’s nothing on your tv, there’s no booze. When you coming back.”
“Not till later. Go out for a walk or something then if you are bored. Go get your own booze!” Even though Bridget was only a few years younger than me. She always acts like a child.
“Bleeehhh, that sounds boring too. What’s your passcode for the tv, think I’ll just sit watch some porn and masturbate on your sofa.”
“Goodbye Bridget!” I instantly hang up. I can’t help it though, the image is there of her playing with herself. Something I’m sure she would actually do.
I try to concentrate on my work and manage to focus my mind. I catch up with Kyler at lunchtime and Danielle was right, the guy is smitten. He’s already arranged to meet the girl again over the weekend. I was happy for him, his last relationship didn’t end too well so its nice to see.
Its the end of the day and end of the week, now most weeks a group of us would go for drinks. Kyler, Fletcher and I normally always amongst them but not for me today. I don’t trust Bridget being left home alone too long. Kyler is heading home too, he wants a clear head for his date. Funny having a first date after already having sex, twice apparently. I’ve not seen or heard from Fletcher again.
I let Bridget know that I’m on my way back and I head for home.
When I get back there’s no intial sight of her. I call out for her but no response. Then I hear it, water running, she’s in the shower. Really.
I go towards the main bathroom that I have but quickly realise she isn’t in there. She’s in the en suite in my room.
“Bridget!” I yell at her from outside the en suite door. The scream that she gives does make me smile briefly.
“Fucking hell Jason, you scared the shit out of me!” She replies.
“Bridget, I told you I was coming home, you’ve had all day to shower but you choose now and why the hell are you in my en suite?!”
“Firstly, hi welcome home. Secondly, your other shower is rubbish. Can barely get myself off on it.”
I don’t even reply as I just walk away and go grab a drink. I sit on the sofa in my work clothes as I await her to finish. I like to get changed into more comfortable clothes when I get home but I’m not risking her walking in on me.
About ten minutes later she steps out of my room. She has one towel around her middle that covers her breasts but not much further down than her crotch. She has an other towel wrapped up around her head like a turban.
“That shower is so much better. Some power on it.” She pretends to fan herself.
“That’s what it’s there for” I say sarcastically as I try to concentrate on the tv.
“Have you used it like that before? Sprayed it up your ass and …”
“Bridget, enough! Really?” I cut her off.
“What? I’m only asking a question. Don’t need to be so touchy all the time.” She says as she comes and sits next to me on the sofa.
“I’m not touchy, you just don’t need to be so vulgar all the time.”
“Check you out Mr Nun, sounded pretty vulgar in your room last night. I found it hard to concentrate on masturbating with all that noise.”
“Fuck sake Bridget” I curse. In all honestly she could be saying it to wind me up but there’s an equal chance she’s telling the truth.
“Whhaattt?” She feigns innocence.
“Nevermind, how long are you visiting for anyway?” I ask.
“Oh I dunno, not long, just until I find my own place or mom lets me back in.”
“Hold up!” I mute the tv and turn to face her. “Say that last part again?”
“Find my own place?”
“No no, the bit about mom!” I know I heard her right but I want it her to confirm it.
“Or until mom lets me back in.” She says in a quiet rushed voice.
“What the hell do you mean?? Did mom kick you out??”
“Well yes and no…”
“It’s simple Bridget, yes or no. I can call mom and ask?!” I threaten her.
“Finnneee, yeah she says I’m old enough to live on my own and should get my own place asap.”
“That’s not all, mom wouldn’t just say that, what did you do?” Mom was the kindest loving soul and she wouldn’t just kick either of us out without good reason.
“Welllll, you know how I’m flirty and stuff.”
“Uh huh!”
“So as you know mom has been seeing this guy Robert, for a while now.”
“Oh god” I close my eyes. Mentally preparing.
“I didn’t do anything with him but….”
“But??”
“Well I’ve obviously flirted and flaunted around too much cause mom caught him wanking over a pair of my panties.”
“Oh Bridget” I sigh.
“What I didn’t do anything?” She defends herself. She may not have directly done anything but she certainly instigated it.
“Mom was right to kick you out.” I say to her.
“I didn’t do anything wrong? It’s not fair.” She whines.
“Bridget, you are old enough to know that your actions have consequences. Mom was happy with Robert and could get on with her life. Then you had to get involved.” I say quiet sternly.
“Harsh, and mom wasn’t happy. Robert was boring and controlling. Mom used to always have a glow even after…” Bridget pauses. She’s going to mention after my dad died. Her mom isn’t my maternal mother but she was better and I’ve loved her like one. “You know.” She continues. “But yeah he had to go.”
“That wasn’t your decision to make though, it was moms. Did you apologise to her?” I ask.
“Yeah of course!”
“Bridget?” I narrow my gaze at her.
“I mean I said I was sorry” she shrugs.
“Did it sound sincere and do you make her feel like you meant it?”
“I said I was sorry” she repeats.
“Ok tomororw we are calling mom and you are going to apologise.” I tell her sternly.
“Fine whatever. So what’s for dinner?” She quickly changes the subject.
“I’ll go grab a pizza and maybe some beers” I say to her letting the other issue slide for now.
“We should go out for dinner?” She suggests excitedly.
“Not tonight” I see her frown. As much as a pain in the ass she is it would be good to go out for some food with her. “How about tomorrow night?”
“Yes let’s do it!” She jumps a little too much and her towel falls from her chest. Her tits were now exposed in their full glory. I couldn’t help myself but I glance down and take them in. I hate to admit but Bridget does have a very lovely chest. Nice round tits with a cute little pink nipple. I would have to say she was probably a 32DD. I pull my gaze away and focus back on the tv which shit I turned off instead of muting.
“Ooops” she said in an innocent voice. Nothing innocent about it. I see out of the corner of my eye she cups them with her hands and rubs them gently.
“Bridget..:” I say to her.
“What it’s not like you’ve never seen tits before?”
“That’s not the point… you’re my sister.” I say to her.
“Yeah stepsister, through marriage not blood.” Unfortunately the one time that she has to make a point and it’s valid. Still though.
“Can you please just cover up?” I ask her.
“Nah this is more fun.” She says as she stands up and lets the towel fall to the floor.
“Fuck sake bridget” I cup my hand next to my eye so I can’t see her.
“I’m going to rub lotion on my skin, you go deal with dinner.” She says as she walks towards the spare room. Again j can’t help myself but I take a glance at her nice plump ass. It looks firm yet has jiggle at the same time. God she was hot but she knew that.
I go into my room and quickly change into some jeans and a hoodie. I don’t even want to know if Bridget will try and pull something else. As I walk passed the spare bedroom where she is she has the door wide open. Yup she’s at it.
I grab my phone, wallet and head out. There’s a great pizza place a few blocks from my apartment and a store next to it where I can grab beers.
When I get back, Bridget thankfully has clothes on and is sitting on the sofa. Well when a say has clothes on, she has a white thin strap vest on and booty shorts. So there is plenty skin on show.
“Mmmm that smells good” she says as she gets up and comes over to me. “What is it?”
I open the box.
“Chicken and olives!! My favourite!” She bounces.
“I know and it’s pretty good from this place.”
“You got this especially for me?” She asks. I nod. I know it’s her favourite and I must admit it is nice. I’m a little caught off guard as she jumps to hug me.
“Aww thanks bro” she says as she plants a kiss on my cheek. A little too close to my lips as I’d like. “Beers too!” We cheers as we grab a a slice each.
We fall back into level of comfort that we had when we teenagers as we sat on a sofa watching tv together. My dad and her mom met when we were both younger. My mom turned into a crack head after getting addicted to painkillers after she gave birth to me. Addiction is a real problem and I can’t souly blame her but she wasn’t my mother anymore, she died of an overdose. Bridget’s mom, well our mom, met my dad at a support group for single parents. They set up play dates for Bridget and I, then the rest was history. They moved in, got married and lived happily ever after until mid way through high school my dad was diagnosed with cancer and it was aggressive beyond reasoning. He didn’t last long. I feel Bridget, mom and I grew a lot closer after that. I mean we still are, well mom and I are. Bridget is going through a teenage rebellious stage in her twenties.
Maybe a level too comfortable as Bridget stretches her legs out and tries to put them across my lap.
“Bridget get off.” I try to push her legs away.
“Aww come on, I’m comfy!” She whines.
“Fine” I concede not in the mood to agrue or fight. In the end it doesn’t actually bother me. I mean she does have slender soft looking legs.
It doesn’t take her long for her too try something though. She slightly shifts her body so her feet are now closer to my crotch. She then starts to try and rub my cock with her feet.
“I need another beer” I say as I quickly get up. She doesn’t protest but has a massive grin on her face.
When I sit back down, I deliberately sit further way from her.
“Hey why you so far away, I can’t rest my legs on you from over there.”
“That’s the point Bridget, you have to turn everything sexual.” I berate her.
“Whats sexual? I just want to rest my legs on my loving brother!”
“Uh huh sure you did.”
“When did you become so boring.” She huffs.
“Bridget I’m not boring, never have been. I am just rejecting the sexual advances of my fucking sister!!” I’ve lost my cool. She won. She pretends to cry but grins wildly.
“You only reject them because you are scared you will like it.” I will never admit to her that’s she’s right. I don’t reply.
“Mmm your silence speaks volumes.” She takes a sip of her beer in victory. I take a deep gulp of mine in defeat. She knows she’s getting to me and she will keep at it.
We watch the tv for a little longer but sleep and my bed call.
“I’m going to bed Bridget, my own bed, on my own. You are welcome to stay up or go to bed but not my bed, or my room? Got it?” I say sternly to her.
“Wouldn’t dream of it!” The wink she gives me tells me otherwise.
“Goodnight Bridget, I do love you.” I do love her, she is a big part of my life as well as pain in the ass.
“Goodnight Jason, love you more. Wet dreams!” I roll my eyes as I head to my bedroom. I give my face a quick wash and brush my teeth before stripping down to my boxers and getting into bed. I lay there still waiting for slumber to take me.
A noise stops that, a noise from the other room. An unmistakable noise. Fuck sake, my sister was masturbating. I could hear the low buzz of a vibrator and her moans to match. When we lived together our rooms were separated by a wall like they are now. I’ve listened to these noises many times and just as did then, I can’t help myself but play with my hardening cock.
I listen intently as she moans and groans as she continues to play with herself. She does occasionally speak out as well. Just small words like ‘yes’ or ‘fuck’. I know she’s playing up for me and I can’t help but be sucked in.
I get myself to the edge and wait for her. Soon enough she cries out as she cums and I take myself there to match her. I pant deeply as I come back down from my high. I have that same feeling I had when I was younger that I would have loved to have been in that room. Alas I get cleaned up and properly het ready for bed.
“Goodnight brother!“ I hear her call through the wall. With a dirty, uneasy feeling I somehow still manage to fall asleep.
I awake the next morning to the smell of…. “Bacon?” I mutter. Thankfully Bridget isn’t next to me this morning, “Bridget!!” I get out of bed and chuck on some sweat pants and a vest.
I’m actually a little shocked at the sight that greats me. Bridget is in my kitchen cooking.
“Are you sleep walking?” I say.
“Fuck, Jason!” she jumps “you don’t have to scare me like that.”
“Sorry” I chuckle. “Are you feeling ok?”
“Why? Cause I’m making my brother breakfast.” She actually looks a little offended.
“Yeah, I think I can count on one hand how many times I’ve seen you cook!” Mom was always the cook at home, purely because she was shit hot at it.
“Har har, I’m just trying to be nice.”
“You must be up too soemthing?” It was Bridget’s turn to flip her lid.
“Just because I’m doing a nice act of making my brother a simple breakfast means I want or need something? Can’t just be because I want too. I mean you have let me stay so maybe the very least I could do!” I know she’s genuinely upset as her nostrils flair like they are now when she’s heated.
“Ok ok, I’m sorry. Thank you!” I say holding up my hands. “Can I help?”
“Yeah you can sit down and shut your mouth!” I know by her tone she’s not upset anymore and the smile at the end confirms that.
“Yes Miss” I nod. I do as I’m told and don’t wait long before she brings over a plate of bacon and eggs. Simple indeed but still appreciated all the same.
“Thank you” I say to her sincerely.
“You’re welcome” she smiles before adding. “Sorry it’s not much.”
“This is plenty, I normally just have coffee. Forgot I even had this stuff.”
We enjoy our breakfast together. I offer to clean up and Bridget certainly doesn’t object.
“Time we will be going out tonight?” She asks.
“Whenever we want I suppose, say seven?” I shrug. I have no plans and wasn’t planning on making any.
“Yeah that works, I’d like to go get a tan, get my nails done, maybe get a new dress.”
“It’s only dinner?” I joke.
“I know but a girl can want to look good and treat herself.”
“Ok fair enough.” I can’t exactly argue with her logic.
“Do you need me to guide you around?” I offer.
“Mmmm not sure. I wouldn’t want to drag you along and have you sitting about waiting on me. If I need you I could call you?”
“Ok sounds fair to me. I’ll go to the gym then whilst you are out.”
“Working out is going well for you bro, you are looking good and trimmed.”
She cuts me off before I argue with her. “I’m just saying, I can give my brother compliments can’t I?”
Again with her sound logic. “You can but I know you, it takes only a little step to turn it sexual.”
“Again its you that’s bringing it up!” She shrugs.
“Something I will bring up is when are we calling mom?” Bridget’s demenor changes very quickly. She looses that cheeky smile and it’s replaced with nerves, like she’s ten again.
“Do I have to do it today?”
“Really Bridget? I won’t force you but you really need to apologise to mom! It’s not fair on her. She loves you and she deserves at least an apology. You need to own up to your part. I’m not saying you are totally to blame but you didn’t help.” I feel like the parent right now.
Bridget doesn’t speak at first, it’s like she is gathering her thoughts. “You’re right.”
“I’ll do it with you.” I offer.
“No its ok.” She says as she pulls out her phone and calls mom.
“Hello?” Mom answers after a few rings.
“Hi mom, it’s me…”
“Bridget? Are you ok?” I could sense the motherly panic in her voice.
“I’m fine mom, I’m at Jason’s. I just wanted to call to say I’m sorry!”
“Sorry for what dear?”
“Just sorry for being a pain in your neck and ruining your relationship with Robert. I’m just sorry for everything. You were right to kick me out!” Bridget was becoming visibly upset. The weight of it all maybe finally coming down to her.
“Oh don’t be silly honey, I love you. Don’t worry about Robert, it was fizzling out anyway. He was a bit of a drag. Also I didn’t kick you out. You and your brother always have a home here. I just felt you should see about your own place.” Mom sounded very sincere at the begining but her. Other voice was coming. “That you should start to become independent but you end up at your bothers?!”
“It’s fine mom” I say out loud.
“Oh hi honey, are you ok? Are you eating enough? Is work ok? When are you coming home to visit?” Mum quick fires questions at me.
“I’m fine mom, all is fine. I’ll check my diary and get back to you.”
“Please do, I worry about you, I worry about both of you!!”
We speak as a family for the next while before we eventually get off the phone to mom.
“So you weren’t kicked out?” I ask Bridget but not in a threatening way.
“Did I say she kicked me out? Must have misheard me.” She gives that innocent smile that isn’t innocent.
“I’m glad you still apologised though, she will appreciate that.” I tell her.
“No your right, it’s long overdue.”
We share a hug and then chill about my apartment. We both leave the apartment early afternoon. We walk together as a tanning salon is next door to the gym I attend.
“I’ll see you back at the apartment ok, phone me if you need me.” I tell her in that brotherly way.
“Will do, thank you Jason.” She gives me a small wave as we go our separate ways.
The gym is fairly quiet as you can expect for a Saturday afternoon. I like it quiet though, means there’s no waiting around to use equipment and most of the posers aren’t in. I go for a quick run on the treadmill to get my heart rate up and the body going.
I then begin to use some of the free weights and equipment. I get quite focused when I go to the gym. I have headphones on playing music so I can go into some sort of zone. I don’t notice the figure coming up on my right hand side. She hangs back a second until I finish my set and take a rest.
She catches my attention and gives me a small wave and a smile.
“Hi Mikayla“ I say taking off my headphones. “Wouldn’t expect to see you here!”
“Hi Jason, could say the same thing to you!” She replies.
Mikayla was a regular at the gym. She had lovely sun kissed skin, her body was in great shape. I mean that ass was spectacular. Her chest wasnt too bad either, especially confined in her tight gym vest.
“Would surely think you were out on the town on a Saturday?” she says as she takes a drink of water. Mikayla has clearly been working out today as she has a slight shine of sweat on her. It gave her skin an extra edge.
“My step sister is staying over so keeping an eye on her. No plans for you? Where’s Trey?” I ask. Mikayla and I have fooled around before but she got a boyfriend a few months ago. Was a shame too loose a booty call as hot as her.
“That asshole? Couldn’t keep his dick in his pants.”
“What an idiot, his loss…. Could be someone else gain…”
“That’s very true..” she edges slightly closer to me, pushing her chest out just ever so slightly. I’m not ashamed to look down at them.
“What are you doing tonight?” Dammit.
“I’m taking my sister out for dinner.” I could easily cancel on my sister but I’m not that type of guy.
“Aww that’s a real shame. I have this sore muscle that really needs worked out.” She bites her lip.
“Maybe I could help you with that sooner rather than later? Don’t want to cause yourself an injury!” I say suggestively.
“Mmm you’re right, wait there.” Mikayla spins away and walks towards one of the staff members. Her name is Amber and I know that her and Mikayla are friends. Their conversation only lasts a few moments. Amber does check the iPad she has for something then nods. Mikayla then makes her way back over to me.
“Do you know the spa rooms near the pool?” She asks quietly.
“I do yeah.” I nod.
“Meet me in Spa Room three in fifteen minutes!” She tells me with a wink as she trails her hand over me as she leaves.
This could only mean good things for me and sure enough after I waited the agonising minutes I head into the room. I have the sense to knock first.
“Come in” a voice calls back.
I enter and find Mikayla lieing down on one of the massage tables. A small towel covering her ass. I mean like a hand towel so it doesn’t cover much.
“Lock the door!” She informs me and I do just that. My dick is already game. My hands and finger flex with excitement as well.
“Now about that sore muscle.” She holds up her hand revealing a bottle of oil. “Don’t mind do you?” She asks as she suggestively shakes it.
“Of course not, your pleasure is my command.” I say as I lather the oil onto my hands. I begin at her calves and work my way up. Her skin is so sensual to touch. It’s soft and with few impurities.
Mikayla moans softly as I work my way up her legs. Making sure to get her inner legs and tease close to her pussy. I can feel the heat already.
“Mmm your hands feel amazing Jason” she purrs.
I continue to run up and down her legs. Applying more pressure to her upper thighs each time. I’m no massues but the moans I gain from Mikayla show I’m doing a good job.
“Can you see to my back please? She asks.
I position myself further up next to her.
“You should stand in front of me” she says in a suggestive tone. I move around to the front of her and as I do, she edges herself slightly off the edge of the table and pulls at my waistband.
I help her out and pull my pants down so my cock is free and now inches from her face. Mikayla licks her lips as I move myself closer so she can suck my cock with ease.
I reach forward and run my hands around her back. My hands still oily as her skins begins to shine. It’s a little awkward from this position as I have to hunch over her.
“Let me turn over” she says to me as she pushes me back a little. I take a step back and allow her to turn to lay on her back. This way her head is falling down the way and I can get to her lovely cheast with greater ease.
I slid my cock back into her mouth and begin a slow pumping action. Mikayla simply holds onto the side of my thighs and after a while I let her control the pace and tempo.
My hands are all over her soft juicy tits. They are sleek with oil now and look even better. Her nipples are hard which I pay special attention too. From memory Mikayla likes her tits roughly played with so I make sure to take firm grips of them as a I squeeze. Going by the moaning around my cock she seems to be enjoying it. So much so that one of her hands stretches out to play with her pussy.
I watch as her hand works furiously between her legs. Her tempo of sucking my cock slows a little as she ups her efforts to bring herself to come. Sure enough after several moments of fast fingers her body shudders with an orgasm. She screams into my cock almost as if using it as a gag.
Once her high subsides, I decide it’s time to fuck. I pull my cock from her mouth and walk round to the other end of the table. Mikayla knows the *********** so she edges her body downwards. Her ass cheeks just hanging off the edge of the table. I take a hold of her legs, lifting her up ever so slightly before guiding myself home. I sink into her wet pussy and groan in delight.
Mikayla was always a good fuck and this was about to be too. I pump my hips forward and backwards slamming into her pussy. The clapping sound of our bodies colliding filling the small room. Those noises then equally matched by the moans of Mikalya who tries to cover her mouth to muffle the noise.
I hold tightly onto her legs as I keep up my assault of her pussy. My cock stretching every inch of her velvet wonder. My cock slick with her juices. Her tits bouncing around wildly as she holds onto the table for support.
I fuck her like this for a few good minutes before she lets out a low scream as a second less intense orgasm waves over her. She removes her hand and pants a little laid out on the table.
“Fuck that’s good” she mutters.
“I’ve needed a good fuck like that.” She says, not exactly directed at me. Seems more of a general statement to the room.
“Ok bend me over the table Jason and I want it hard!” She tells me with demand in her voice.
I help her off and she bends over the end of the table. Arching her back to push her ass out more and laying down on her forearms.
“Yes fuck me Jason!” She groans as I slide myself back into her. I take a hold of her shapely hips and begin to fuck her again. Pulling her into me as I thrust forward. The clapping sound of our bodies is even louder now. Her moans again just as loud.
“Oh fuck that’s so good! Sooo good!” Mikayla moans.
I enjoy fucking her as my balls slap off her underside. I bottom out each time I thrust into her. Her pussy isn’t the tightest I’ve had sex with but it’s no less glorious.
“Keep going baby, fuck me!” She’s now holding onto the side of the tables again and grips it tightly. She tries to push her hips back to meet me but my pace is too quick and hard for her. She concedes and just lays on the table and takes it.
I let out a low groan as I know my orgasm is coming soon.
“Are you gonna cum baby?” She asks.
“Yeah I’m close!” I grunt.
“Cum all over my tits and face please. Please cum on me, cover me in your seed!” She pleads as she cries out in pleasure.
I up my efforts that little bit at the end to take me right over the edge before I step back. As soon as I leave Miklayas pussy she jumps down to the floor on her knees. Her mouth open wide with her tongue hanging out. She squeezes her my big bits together as I unload myself. Thankfully it’s a big load so she gets plenty on her face and tits.
“Mmmm oh fuck yes!” She groans as she licks at some of the cum next to her lips.
“Fuckkk” I groan as the last few drops splurt out.
“Yes baby, that was some load!” She says as she admires the paint work on her body.
“That was some massage session!” I joke.
“I know right, but wait hold on. Can you grab my phone? It’s in my pile of clothes.”
“Eh sure” I say as I go find her phone and bring it back to her. I offer it out to her but she shakes her head.
“I want you to take a picture please, I’m going to send it to that fucking douchebag.”
“Should have said i would have filmed it” I half joke.
“Maybe next time” she says with a wink.
I take a couple of pictures as she poses, licking up some of the cum. She asks for the small towel that she had covered herself with earlier and I toss it to her. She gets herself cleaned off as I readjust myself and get my pants up.
“That was fun” she said.
“Agreed, wouldn’t mind that work out everytime.”
“Who needs the gym eh!” She laughs.
We both share a laugh before we agree that we will meet up again soon and not necessarily at the gym. We go our separate ways as I head for the locker room. I need a shower. After a quick shower, I check my phone, no calls or texts from Bridget, so with no reply I head for home.